What I hate about crabs is that as I stand 200cm tall and around 90kg, on land or whilst scuba diving, they sit back and snap at me. The disrespectful unpredictable little cunts, I'm 20x your size, my brain is 90x yours and yet you sit there having a go! Fucking crabs.
Famous company. Made what was to become the basis for NASA spacesuits. There was a great chippie next to the factory.
Newton Heath also produced Wilsons bitter and mild beers sadly long gone.
I'm rambling aren't I?